Cradle

falcon_mn

                                 Cradle

 

 

Beloved, be my land, the cradle of my ancestors

Eternal and forever

Your inexhaustible springs and your water from the karst

When drunk once of freedom like you drunk of that water

There are no shackles and chains strong enough

To darken freedom

Every blow turns into a defiant smile

Strike, strike.

I don’t shiver before anyone!

There is no force and calvary to force us to say no more

As long as there is blood in us

And as much as our soil can drink

Whenever I look at the sky, there is a falcon clicking

Golden eagle flying through our crags

The one that flies on our proud standard

Red as our blood

Flag bearers will fall like sheaves of wheat

Upright will stand our standard

Proudly and forever

  • Author: falcon_mn (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 24th, 2023 17:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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